Shelling The Cemetery

Heavy tons of Canons lurking in the dark
Sad-he who could passby'
The blood-sucking riffles, as angry as sharks
To sing to sleep, a sinister lullaby

Here on us !
The monsters we created
Daft, ominous !
Ourselves we enchanted;

Oozing in the dark
Stale, skulls, foul death smell
With the defeated jaws ajar
Now quiet, not even a tell

We are nothing but a walking corpse
As man's knowledge grows tall